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The deep blue Arabian Sea stretches out before me as I write; and on the other side, in the far distance, is the coast of India, passing by. I think … - Jawaharlal Nehru
" "The deep blue Arabian Sea stretches out before me as I write; and on the other side, in the far distance, is the coast of India, passing by. I think of this vast and almost immeasurable expanse
and compare it to the little barrack, with its high walls, in Naini Prison, from where I wrote my
previous letters to you. The sharp outline of the horizon stands out before me, where the sea
seems to meet the sky; but in Gaol, a prisoner's horizon is the top of the wall surrounding him.
Many of us who were in prison are out of it to-day and can breathe the freer air outside. But many of our colleagues remain still in their narrow cells deprived of the sight of the sea and the
land and the horizon. And India herself is still in prison and her freedom is yet to come. What is
our freedom worth if India is not free?
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About Jawaharlal Nehru
Jawaharlal Nehru (14 November 1889 – 27 May 1964) was a central figure in India during the middle-third of the 20th-century. He was a principal leader of the Indian independence movement in the 1930s and 1940s. Upon India's independence in 1947, Nehru served as the country's prime minister for 17 years.
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Also Known As
Native Name:
जवाहरलाल नेहरू
Alternative Names:
Panditji
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Nehru
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Chacha Nehru
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Pandit Nehru
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Jawaharlal Motilal Nehru
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There is a stillness and everlastingness about the past; it changes not and has a touch of eternity, like a painted picture or a statue in bronze or marble. Unaffected by the storms and upheavals of the present, it maintains its dignity and repose and tempts the troubled spirit and the tortured mind to seek shelter in its vaulted catacombs. There is peace there and security, and one may even sense a spiritual quality.
But it is not life, unless we can find the vital links between it and the present with all its conflicts and problems. It is a kind of art for art's sake, without the passion and the urge to action which are the very stuff of life. Without that passion and urge, there is a gradual oozing out of hope and vitality, a settling down on lower levels of existence, a slow merging into non-existence. We become prisoners of the past and some part of its immobility sticks to us.
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